Thursday, April 30, 2026

Symptoms of Senioritis

As the school year comes to an end, the assignments start to lose importance in my life. The weather is getting warmer, and my friends are outside and having fun. The task of sitting inside and staring at a screen to complete work that has no real impact on my life requires more and more discipline. This pattern of the weather negatively affecting my work ethic is not a new trend, but this time, there's an extra caveat. I am a senior, and after this year, there is no coming back. The summer is not a temporary break that will eventually require me to return to the dark room and blue light of work. The assignments have never seemed more pointless.

Because of this, along with the innate tendency to procrastinate, everything for these last few weeks is sharing its due date with its "do-date." I am starting these blogs on the day that they are due. These are the symptoms of a widely experienced phenomenon deemed as "senioritis." I have been dealing with this disorder for the past couple of weeks, and the symptoms are worsening. It has not only affected my mental capacity to complete schoolwork, but also my emotional reaction to the worth of these classes. Because I dropped out in my freshman year and completed my coursework efficiently, the only thing I need to graduate is credit hours. So, the classes that I take are not intricate, scholarly classes, but pointless, low-importance classes.

This disorder is not necessarily a bad thing, like other disorders can be. While things like color blindness or dyslexia impact one's ability to enjoy life. I find senioritis as my body's natural reaction to dispel the pointless effort of unspecialized classes and encourage a more fulfilling experience of life. It is my body tossing stress like phlegm and desiring to lie out in the sun, and I think I'll take a sick day.

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